I see her hand on your arm, but it doesn’t mean a thing. I can break a promise with the curve of my mouth, I can make you forget her name. I’ll crawl if I have to, bleed for your attention. Dress myself in shame, pull the pins from my hair, fall at your feet like a sin. I don’t care if she waits at home, I don’t care if you curse my name. I will burn what you built, just to taste your ruin, I’ll take what’s yours, and call it mine. You say no I hear maybe. You say maybe I hear yes. Your silence is an open door, and I’ve never been polite. I don’t care if she waits at home, I don’t care if you curse my name. I will burn what you built, just to taste your ruin, I’ll take what’s yours, and call it mine. She can keep her photographs, her sweet little lies, her quiet prayers. But tonight you’re mine, tonight you’ll choke on the truth your body already knows me. I don’t care if she waits at home… I don’t care if she waits at home… I’ll take what’s yours, and call it mine.
